Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 42 The remnants
Raymond was secretly shocked, knowing that Robin's strength at the moment should not be underestimated, and continuing the battle might be disadvantageous to him.

He rolled his eyes, swung the sword in his hand in a feint, pretending to attack, and while Robin was reacting defensively, he suddenly turned around and ran out of the barracks.

After all, in a battle between knights, the collision of powerful forces will produce huge noises, and the light and sound when skills are released will easily attract the attention of other knights.

If he summoned help, his plan for today would be completely ruined.

Seeing this, Robin chased after him without hesitation.

But when he chased out of the military camp, he suddenly stopped. His brows furrowed, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.

Recalling Raymond's expression and movements when he escaped, he always felt that it was deliberate. He vaguely felt that Raymond was deliberately luring him away from the barracks.

Maybe in some hidden place ahead, there is a trap or helper lying in ambush for him that will be detrimental to him.

Robin knew that he must not act impulsively at this moment, so he suppressed his anger and turned back to the barracks.

While Raymond was running for his life, he took the time to look back.

Robin resolutely turned around and returned to the barracks. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "This cautious little fox, why didn't I see how cunning he was before!"

Raymond originally planned to lure Robin into an ambush set up in advance and make him unable to return.

Unexpectedly, Robin was so alert and saw through his evil plan.

Raymond wasn't willing to give up. A sinister smile appeared on his face, a smile as creepy as a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. He whispered to himself, "But it doesn't matter. You'll soon lose all your patience!"

In his mind, a more sinister plan had already emerged.

Lily's death was a huge blow to him. If Eric and Thompson also had an accident, it would definitely anger Robin again and make him lose his mind.

In the quiet and slightly dim study of the lord's mansion.

Great Knight Damia stood up straight, looking at Lord Blot with a firm gaze, and was arguing with reason.

Lily's unfortunate death was like a fuse that completely ignited the long-hidden conflict between the lord and the Damia Knight.

"My Lord Viscount!" Great Knight Damia said in a sincere and anxious tone, "If you continue to allow the people of other lords to act recklessly in the city, how can the morale of your knights and soldiers be high?

If this continues, they will only feel inferior, which will undoubtedly be a huge blow to the military construction and stability of your territory."

The morale of the soldiers is like the soul of the army. If it is undermined by such injustice, the consequences will be disastrous.

Lord Blott, however, was annoyed. He waved his hand impatiently and retorted, "They are about to leave. There is no need to make a fuss over such a small matter. He is just a knight's apprentice. How can it be compared with the current overall situation of fighting against wizards?" In his opinion, the most important thing at this moment is to unite the lords to fight against wizards. Any factors that may destroy the alliance should be weakened. Lily's matter is just a trivial episode.

Upon hearing this, the Great Knight Damia's face lit up with disbelief. He stepped forward and said, "My Lord Viscount, you despise the life of a knight's apprentice so much? This is no small matter! Once the soldiers' sense of fairness and justice is trampled upon, who will be willing to serve you in the future? Have you ever considered how this will chill the hearts of your own men?"

Lord Blot's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He slammed his hand on the table, shaking the documents. "Enough! Damia, I see you've been blinded by these trivial matters! We're facing a formidable enemy, the threat of the black-robed wizard is imminent. If we're not careful, our territory will be doomed! Compared to this, the plight of a knight's apprentice is nothing!"

"Not worth mentioning?" Great Knight Damia trembled with anger, his voice rising unconsciously. "Those soldiers sacrificed their lives and shed their blood on the battlefield to protect the safety of our territory and its inhabitants. Yet, now, our people are being bullied and killed, and we must swallow our anger in silence. This goes against the very ideals of protection we have always advocated! If you insist on this, who will believe in your justice in the future?"

"Justice?" Lord Blot sneered, stood up, and looked down at Great Knight Damia. "In the face of this cruel reality, justice must give way to the greater good! If the alliance with the other lords is destroyed because of a knight's apprentice, and the plan to fight the wizard fails, can you bear the consequences?"

"I only know that if we can't even protect our own people, what good is it even if we defeat the wizard?" Great Knight Damia remained undeterred, his gaze piercing. "A territory without the support of its people is nothing but an empty city. How can we even claim victory?"

"You..." Lord Blot was speechless after being refuted. He pointed at the Great Knight Damia and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

A suffocating silence filled the study, with only the heavy breathing of the two people as the sound.

Even after Great Knight Damia slammed the door and left, his angry footsteps still echoed in the study.

Lord Blot stared at the heavily closed door, his gaze instantly becoming gloomy and cold. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "If I didn't need you right now, do you think I would keep you?"

At this moment, the sculpture in the corner of the room, which had been motionless, began to move slowly.

Its movements were stiff yet inexplicably strange, making a slight friction sound in the silent study.

Then, the sculpture spoke, its voice as hoarse as sandpaper, a chill that sent shivers down one's spine. "Leave this Damia to me when I get back. It's a rare puppet material."

Upon hearing this, Lord Blot immediately nodded respectfully, a humble expression on his face: "Thank you for your help, teacher."

In his heart, this teacher with a hidden identity has unfathomable strength and is his most solid support on the road to power.

The statue slightly turned its inflexible "neck" and continued to ask, "How long will it take to break through the Great Knight?"

Lord Blot frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then replied, "Not quite there yet. It will take a little while."

After listening to this, the sculpture nodded, his voice solemn, "Break through as soon as possible. I suspect that the wizard apprentice is not alone. I have also found some information that he might be the remnant of that person."

"That person?" Lord Blot was startled. A terrifying figure instantly appeared in his mind, and his face turned pale. "You mean... that son of a bitch..."

"That's right!" The sculpture's voice grew colder. "If it really is his remnant, then things will be troublesome. We must strengthen ourselves quickly to deal with the impending crisis, otherwise you will be in danger."

(End of this chapter)